This moment takes me as I regress, seconds tick, slashing rain, eyes green. Gone like all those yesterdays, physically altered, a puzzle rearranged.
Alone in the swirl, seeking my center, over my shoulder the world spins on. Tomorrow where the future lies, my hands washed of pain and regret, a place to seek and forget.
Green eyes revise. Another anachronistic statistic rising on a graph, computing the numbers, refusing to stumble, aiming to wander.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
This moment takes me as I regress, seconds tick, slashing rain, eyes green. Gone like all those yesterdays, physically altered, a puzzle rearranged.
Alone in the swirl, seeking my center, over my shoulder the world spins on. Tomorrow where the future lies, my hands washed of pain and regret, a place to seek and forget.
Green eyes revise. Another anachronistic statistic rising on a graph, computing the numbers, refusing to stumble, aiming to wander.
